'Geronimo!'You'll hear him cryWhile zooming off into the skyHe catapults towards the groundHe ricochets towards the cloudsUpon his head are five big bumps'Cause Grandad loves to bungee jump

'Look out!'I'm 90 but don't care'He yells while falling through the airMy Nan is now a nervous wreckThe doctor says he'll break his neckJust like a kangaroo in flightI watch and cross my fingers tight

'Yipeeee!'He's leaping from a treeOr from a hotel balconyMost pensioners like peace and quietYet he likes deadly sports and heightsHe plummets down, then bounces upHe wants to win the Bungee Cup

Booooiiiiing!He dangles from a cliffIf I was him I'd be scared stiffThough here at home we call him paOn You Tube he's called 'superstar'Will he crash into an aeroplane?Will he splash into the pouring rain?Will he tumble to Earth with a splat?Will he squash and flatten next door's cat?Will he soar away to outer space?Will he disappear without a trace?Will he crash-land with a mighty thump?Who knows what will happen...On Grandad’s next bungee jump